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Fingolrin

Lilleduil and Fingolrin

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Windows speaking without words

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Ráolor in Imladris.

The news are disturbing. The whole east is in great movement. The whole south is in great movement. Will Elvendom outlast the war?

Ráolor is looking at the windows in the Hall of Fire, as if trying to maintain hope by staring at the many-coloured light.

Races in Imlad Gelair

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Members of the company of Vanimar and the Warband of Imladris spend a pleasant day in Imlad Gelair filled with merriment and bonding.

Paying Respects

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Diary

Oh, Diary. Will the bleeding of my heart never cease.

I stood at the cairn today -- I go there daily, and speak to my darling of trivial events in the Valley, but today the remaining members of the campaign to the Hithaeglir returned. Each paid their respects in their own ways.

Bad News Spreads like Wildfire

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Story

The eagle batted its golden eye and looked accusingly at him, as if it was Parnard's fault that it was so cold, and he was so far from the Valley, and so tired from roaming all night searching for him.

His left hand wavered in the air in front of the sharp beak as his right hand crept forward to remove the small scroll tied to its leg.

"Confounded bird!" he cried out, as the eagle nipped at him again and again, and struck him full in the face with its wing.

Entering Darkness

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Poetry

No prisoners! No mercy!

Misty Mountains - Ready to Strike

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Raolor, Themodir and Fingolrin at the southern outpost

Surprised by Joy

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Story

All the day long doing work, writing over list after list by my own hand, because when Sorontar finished it, by mistake I laid hold of the inkpot and not the sandbox, and almost blotted out the accounts. This put Sorontar into a hurried sort of fit, and I grew worried for his sake, so I said I would copy it again for him.

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